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get yo self an icon who can do everything that anne faulkner mc anz does
#paradox live#anne faulkner#now this.#THIS is what i call versatility#they deserve the world#inside seonne's head
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point(e)less; haruseonne 1000 days
happy 1000 haruseonne days!
i originally wanted an a10-related au but it didn't feel right for my 1000 days with haruto so instead of overcomplicating things, i went with the au that encapsulates the essence of who i am as a person. :3
so here's a very smol piece of the whole a3 ballet au gig i have going krazy in my head and in my heart!
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Port de bras. Pique, step, developpe. Glissade. Assemblé into a double cabriole; hold the arabesque. And then, chasse, pique turn once, saute de basque, and land in attitude derrièreー
"Stop. Do that one more time, from the top."
"Hah!? What did I even do wrong now?"
Another late night, overtime stay at the studio. It's way past rehearsal hours now, so no dancer's supposed to be within GOD-za vicinity anymore; save for some of the staff and guards. But then, audition day for the role of Prince Siegfried in the ballet classic 'Swan Lake' is closing in very quickly, and my desired partner and I still have quite a lot of our work cut out for us.
"You have to elongate your developpe en avant more, really hold your arabesque, and make sure you land facing the audience in your attitude." I try to keep my critiques as concise as possible.
"Oh. That so? But I thought I was already doing all those..." Haruto furrows his brows and frowns. It isn't an expression made out of frustration per se, but more so of confusion.
It hasn't been that long since Haruto started ballet; in fact, his promotion from first artist to soloist happened only earlier this season. And if he does get casted as Prince Siegfried this time around, who knows, maybe another sweet promotion to first soloist is what's in store for him next. But he's improved so much in such time; even if he often rides high on praise, he'll insist mentally to himself that he's got an even longer way to go. He never changed being a hardworker, and I like that about him.
Well, I like everything about him to begin with.
"Enjoy watching me struggle with my variation?" He asks, while he takes a short break to secure the laces on both of his worn out shoes more tightly.
"Hm, not always. But I do love seeing your progress critique after critique." I hand over a water bottle to him, forgetting not to sneak in another one of the many compliments I have about him that he deserves to hear every now and then.
"So you do enjoy seeing me struggle," he says, accepting the bottle and shaking his head in disbelief. "You can be a real meanie sometimes too, y'know? More than I ever was before, even."
A lighthearted laugh escapes my lips and reduces the built up tension caused by hours and hours of practice inside the quiet room. The playful banter exchanged amidst our exhaustion leaves a creative rhythm in the air that can only be heard and recognized by us, two. Our unwavering devotion and yearning for the stage binds not only our careers together, but also our very hearts, most importantly.
"Stay with me, Seonne," Haruto requests, ignoring completely the beads of sweat forming all over his forehead and dripping down either side of his temples. "Just a few more runs and we'll call it a day, I promise."
I abruptly rise, toes aching a fair but tolerable bit from moving around in pointe shoes for more than eight hours now, eager to convince him that that is no where near a good idea. Setting down the music player containing recordings of each of our solos and pas de deux, I walk over to his crouched figure and kneel before him.
"Haruto-san." My index finger's right in front of his nose. "I'm sure you mean, just one last run, yes?"
"But, Seonneー"
I place my raised index finger over his lips, cutting him and his almost unreasonable reasons short.
"We're both well aware that GOD-za, as a ballet company, is extremely driven by the results of our shows. Just what do you think will Reni-san say when he finds out we're overexerting ourselves with our own set of rehearsals every night? If we become physically incapable of performing our roles due to overfatigue, then we're doomed!"
Haruto brings his eyes down to his lap, where his hands rest, seemingly in contemplation. I didn't want to sound too harsh, but it's the truth. We can't keep doing this until audition day. He can't keep forcing himself to go beyond the limits of his body. I can't afford to risk seeing him seated among the audience members with a broken ankle while I'm stuck on stage.
Clearing his throat, he tries for a compromise. "What if Iー"
"We run the whole thing?" I firmly insist. "From Allegro, to the Adage, to your solo, then mine, and lastly the Coda."
A couple moments more of careful consideration, and my Prince Siegfried understudy finally gives in. "Fine. Let's settle with that for tonight."
"Yay!" I happily cheer, throwing myself at him and wrapping my arms around his neck is an act of pure instinct. The fact that we are still technically in 'public' flew way outside my scope of consciousness. "Oops, sorry. Got a little excited there..."
"It's alright," Haruto flashes that cheeky grin of his, before quickly leaving a small peck over my browline. "After all, I can't have my dearest first soloist and soon to be principal dancer ruining their Swan Lake debut now, can I?"
"Absolutely not!"
With a race to see who gets to press play on our music player first, Haruto and Iーno. Prince Siegfried and Odile take over the rest of the night. For just how point(e)less would it be if we hadn't gone all out like it truly is our last?
Dancing to the beat of Tchaikovsky's greatest masterpiece is one thing; but to be sharing this beautiful work of art together with the person who I consider is the other half of me, is everything I ever dreamed of.
#a3! yume#a3 yume#self-insert#first person pov#ballet au#haruseonne#official yume ship name update!#wooo!
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Part 1
The streets I walk on hold many memories from drugs, murder, fights, rape, police chase deep inside the cracks. The only times I’m on the street or even on the sidewalk is when I really need to and since I have to go braid somebody head I have no choice. She live just a few blocks away but I don’t feel like running so I’m just going at a steady pace. I observe the environment around me just so no one tries to do anything slick on me. Her house shows up and I walk faster just to leave the danger zone. Just like most of the houses in this neighborhood, her’s doesn’t even look like somebody lives there. The grass is close enough to reach my knees, the paint is jumping off the house little by little, and house itself looks like it’s weak almost giving in to it’s weakness. Just as I step onto the porch, the door open and it was the girl. She was wearing a long t-shirt with her hair all over her head as she suck on one of those big suckers. “Seonne, I just want to have the long cornrows that’s it.” She step back as I step forward inside. The inside wasn’t no better either but how could I talk when our apartment couldn’t be kept clean? She guides me to her room and close the door behind us. The stuff for the hair was already together on the bed with the pillow on the ground facing the pillow. I grab the comb sitting on the bed while she sits between my leg. Just as I was about to start combing through her hair she turns around. “ Oh by the way, my hair is tangle. Just wanted to let you know.” Then she turns back around cutting on the tv watching baby boy. I look down on her for a minute wanting to said something on the lines like ‘ Bitch I know your shit is tangle. Your hair held my sight when you open the door.’ but I’ll just keep my mouth close and get this over with.
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DO YALL SEE WHAT I SEE
#obey me#paradox live#obey me thirteen#anne faulkner#the crossover never knew we needed#inside seonne's head
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next time
Mephistopheles attempts to ask you out on White Day.
a mephisto x mc / reader for white day ! ( ao3 link )
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"Alright. Class dismissed."
Finally.
Mephistopheles lets out the mental groan he's been holding onto since the beginning of class, around three eons ago. (He's exaggerating, obviously, but three hours did feel an awful lot longer today, for some reason.) Normally, being stuck to his chair with his ears almost hurting from hearing the significance of magical potions and their hazards, not only to humans but to angels and demons as well, over and over again, is a tolerable occurrence for him. So now, seeing that he's seemingly over everything that's had happened to him within the span of just one day, irritates the life out of him.
Hastily, and with a hint of recklessness, the RAD Newspaper Club (former) president wastes not a moment in gathering up his things and taking his leave.
Oh, thus he realizes, whilst on his way out.
Maybe that's what's keeping him so preoccupied? The piled-up articles he still has to proofread and publish; the photos in his camera that he's to edit first, then upload to the official RAD Website; and a terrifyingly long list of all the other deadlines he ought to catch up to, academic and personal matters combined.
A sigh of distress escapes the noble demon's lips. Without much thought, he fetches his D.D.D. out of his pocket and the screen immediately comes to life.
03/14/XXXX
4:46 P.M.
Today's Daily Reminder:
"Don't forget to celebrate White Day in your own, special way!" -Lord Diavolo
Well. That explains it.
Troubled, Mephistopheles runs his fingers through his hair, tousling the locks he made sure to keep as neat and tidy as possible. As much as he desires to fulfill Lord Diavolo's honorable (although sometimes questionable) requests, just how in the Devildom is he to juggle all his tasks and duties at once? He has his work cut out for him today, and for the rest of the week. Such a poor demon he's become. And to make things even more complicated on his end, apparently, he isn't getting any of his listed items done right on schedule. Unfortunately so.
For as if in response to his already-raging psychological turmoil, the universe provides him with the biggest, most troublesome distraction he's yet to learn to ignore and conquer...
Mephistopheles sees you.
"MC!" he calls out from the top of his lungs suddenly, surprising both you and himself as his voice appears to have acted against his will. And the fact that he rushes to your side upon instinct truly isn't helping him in the slightest. "Fancy bumping into you now of all times."
"Mephisto!" You greet him with a smile, and right away, he feels the warmth of you emanating from the center of his chest. "Good work today!"
"Likewise." Mephistopheles places a hand over his heart and bows at you slightly. "Are you heading home now?"
Your polite nod in confirmation to his query earns a rather sharp click of the demon's tongue.
"Isn't it too early for that?" Mephistopheles raises an eyebrow. "Why don't I do you the honor of inviting you out with me for dinner, perhaps? Of course, on behalf of Lord Diavolo and the rest of RAD, we're grateful for your efforts in keeping the exchange program alive!"
The noble demon senses you feeling a little taken aback; and he understands. He figures you're probably aware of how busy he is, considering how tedious it is being the main individual manning the RAD Newspaper Club. Again, even he is growing more and more perplexed at how his body's acting. Doesn't he have so many things to do? How is he able to make it seem like he's got so much time to spare while keeping a straight face? Oh, Diavolo. He no longer recognizes himself at all.
"Uhm..." you find yourself stuttering, evidently unsure as to the kind of answer you'll provide your current pursuer.
"If you're wondering how we'll meet, I'll pick you up at the House of Lamentation by seven." But Mephistopheles is more than ready to hush each and every one of your possible concerns.
Shifting a little of your weight over to your other foot, you hum quite a playful, "Well..."
Crossing his arms, but raising his index finger in the air, the demon proudly declares, "It'll be my treat, MC. Don't worry. I got you."
And you've made up your mind; Mephistopheles recognizes the familiar light in your eyes the moment your gazes briefly met and locked.
"MC, there you are!"
But what perfect timing. In the midst of his persuasion, here comes the residents of Purgatory Hall. And the brothers of the House of Lamentation. And well, basically everyone else you hold very close to your heart.
Clearing his throat in a slight panic, Mephistopheles tries to regain your attention, "MC, please. If you would justー"
He's too late.
"I'm so sorry, Mephisto." It's the sincerest, most bittersweet apology he's been told so far. "Maybe next time!" you add quickly, as you at last get dragged farther and farther away from him.
Down the drain, goes his infrequent chance with you, yet again. Mephistopheles squeezes his eyes closed and chews on his lower lip; his mind all blank, save for the resentfulness looming heavily over him. Forget about his deadlines; his tasks; his duties; his role in the future of Devildom. Is it too much for him to ask a mere moment of your time? Is he never really going to learn more about you at this point?
Mephistopheles doesn't see it as a fair game anymore. He's one of the first few demons who's heard of your name the very day you arrived at the Devildom; and yet at least a minute of decent, proper conversation between the two of you, alone, still remains beyond his reach.
Seeing you share the smile that he is able to somehow find comfort in with everyone else, except him... He admits, it causes a twinge of pain to swell across his chest.
How many next time's have you promised him by now, anyway? He bets you won't remember, either.
But since he isn't the type to just sit in a corner and cry; maybe he just has to keep trying, then? Like the lessons in class, over and over. He must push forward, until hopefully one day, you'll learn to look at him from a perspective different from the one you have of him at present.
...Great.
Looks like he's added yet another questionable thing up his list; which he normally would've called a pain in the rear, but it's you he's thinking of so... You're the exception. His exception. You always are, and always have been.
Guess I'll have to try something harder than initiating conversations, Mephistopheles brings his eyes to the sky and promises; to you and to himself. Next time.
And once he succeeds in this mission of forever, only then can he say...
That he's indeed made the progress he so longs for. With you.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#mephistopheles#mephistopheles x mc#mephistopheles x reader#gender neutral reader#white day#this is a coming out post#for being a mephisto enjoyer#T_T#i cri girls boys and in betweens he so fine#inside seonne's head
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allen's character actually has so much more depth underneath him being "just a sad hiphop boy"! i understand why people may get such an impression of him but he is bae's leader and i think that fact alone already speaks volumes for itself.
i mean sure, he may be the most expressive of his emotions among the three of them, but that expressiveness is precisely what keeps bae together. anne tends to be a little carefree sometimes; hajun tends to be a little reserved sometimes. it's allen and his passion (for both his career and his friends) that help glue their bonds so strongly, and eventually earn them the title of club paradox's "legendary champions".
#inside seonne's head#paradox live#allen sugasano#i hope i made sense???#allen when he makes the poly in baepoly
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does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes...
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with the amount of english words in ch△mp1on, sugasano allen mc suzaku, you are not the bible. you are the limited edition, fresh out from the printing press, legendary thesaurus.
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madoka's first official song being a duet with misumi (instead of a solo character song that we were first hoping for) is actually perfect because after all those years of being alone, he now has the very person he so longed to reconcile with as his dearest confidant, his best friend, and most especially, his "family".
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and so when the two pink-haired characters i am so badly into are voiced by one seiyuu then what
#cv mitsuhiro ichiki the RANGE that you possess#a3!#haruto asuka#kamekichi#happy a3!pril fools to us all#inside seonne's head
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i mean this as a joke but the real april fools prank is not including a godza trio song in the a3 spotlight album
#a3!#but maybe they're saving this for an all side characters album#PLEASE JINX THIS LIBER#inside seonne's head
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best among eight
Allen drags Anne and Hajun back home after being crowned the legendary champions of Club Paradox.
for the ch△mp1ons of road to legend ! ( ao3 link )
You would think, winners become all too busy the moment they find out they actually won. From the initial surge of adrenaline and simultaneous waves of emotional varieties crashing upon them entirely; to formalities of all kindsーpublic appearances, interviews with the media, and press conferencesーhaving to come afterwards and last for a quite a while. It's one hell of a rollercoaster ride of much physical and psychological intensity.
And yet, one winner differs from another. 'Thou shalt not judge,' remains the golden rule no matter the winning case.
So when the newly declared winners of Road to Legend, future owners and legacy-holders of Club Paradox are all holed up in the comfort of their shared apartment, no such questions should dare be raised.
"Alleeeeeen!" Anne whines, brows furrowed and arms crossed over their chest. "We should be celebrating, you know!?"
Hajun stands not far behind, his back to the wall, a sigh leaving his lips as he shares a meaningful glare with Anne. "I don't normally say this, but I agree. We should be celebrating."
It's supposed to be a perfect night. Every detail, from the biggest to the tiniest ones, of the universe is in their favor. The night skies lit up brightly thanks to the stars twinkling all over it like drops of paint on a blank canvas. Heads from all over the world cheerfully taking part in the biggest event of the year, happening on this overly joyous evening.
However...
Plopped on the middle of the couch by himself with his body curled into a ball, Allen resembles a sad sack of old potatoes. He could barely wrap his head around the newly acquired status he and the two people he loves the most now possess.
BAE is the legendary champion!
It feels so real, yet at the same time, surreal. He thinks he's going insane. If this still is just another fever dream... Then he truly has gone mad.
"ALLEN!!!"
BAE's reliable leader can't see them, but he sure knows the grumpy Anne and Hajun duo's making all kinds of faces at him. If there's anything he learned from living together with these two, it's to never upset either of them. Ever. Turns out he's not as reliable as he thinks he is.
"Look, I-I'm sorry, I just..." he stammers, head still regretfully buried in his hands. "I just can't believe it, is all..."
"Geez, we know you're super sensitive but this? This is beyond me," Anne complains with a groan. Allen feels them sit right next to him in defeat; no longer wanting to waste their energy trying to argue with him any further.
Hajun takes the other seat next to him with a tired shrug of his shoulders. "Oh well. No drinks for us tonight, I guess."
Perhaps 'disappointment' is the correct term to describe the tension currently weighing down the mood in the room. This isn't even close to what Allen had planned to do with the rest of BAE for tonight. He thought about this over and over beforehand. If they win, they'll go all out; and if they lose, they'll graciously accept the results and move on. But upon seeing that BAE had the most number of votes and holding their poster with the letters of 'WINNER' engraved across it in gold, all sense of reason in the galaxy is immediately lost.
Allen knows he should make up for their ruined mood. He has to. How else could he redeem himself as their reliable leader?
Reaching out towards either side of him with his hands, fingertips carefully tap on the back of his companions' palms as if asking for permission. He doesn't expect them to forgive him right away, nor allow him his selfish favor; considering he might have just robbed them their chance to bask in the glory of the legendary title they now hold. But it would be really nice if they did. And, to his surprise, when he does feel the warmth of their hands intertwined with his, he automatically scores a win for the second time in a row.
"Oh? Is this how you apologize to us now?" Hajun teases. He's been waiting to do this all evening long. "How bold of you, leader."
"I know right!" Anne suddenly bursts out giggling to themself in amusement. "C'mon, Allen, lift your head. We're not that bummed about it, trust!"
"We'll celebrate together all day tomorrow, I promise!" Allen croaks, voice hoarse from all his quiet sobbing as a melancholic potato sack. "I'm just really sorry for dragging you both back here so quickly. This was supposed to be our moment, as BAE, but I messed it up..."
Allen tries to sniff back another overwhelming tide of tears, but the soft pair of lips that barely brushes across both of his cheeks at the same time renders him completely unable to keep himself intact.
"Feel everything you need to feel," Anne whispers into his ear, their tone as gentle and sweet as a beautiful swan.
"We got you, Allen. We always have." Hajun assures him, his temple lightly touching the top of his head.
Allen has never cried this much and this hard ever in his life.
"Thank you. Hajun, Anne," he manages to say in between shallow breaths. He clings onto both of their arms as tightly as he can; partly scared and partly resentful that he could slip away from them if he isn't strong enough. "It's done. We did it. We finally did it. We won..."
Falling short whilst being so close to the finish line the first time, scarred BAE to their core. Each point of the triangle thus vowed to never let such a thing happen again. Seemingly impossible battles, they conquered. Seven opposing powerhouses they fought long and hard against; and ultimately prevailed triumphant. Now that the future has been decided, before anyone else challenges them for the throne, they first have to show the world who the best among eight is.
#paradox live#bae#allen sugasano#hajun yeon#anne faulkner#post road to legend winner announcement#inside seonne's head
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se♡nne ( they she + 23 )
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welcome to my personal blog!
reblogging and cross-posting pieces i make from ao3 are mainly what i do, but i may pop out here with something else every now and then. i can also be found louder on twt or on my yume blog!
fandoms : a3!, paradox live, ensemble stars, obey me, etc.
p.s. asks / reqs shall be kept open, in case of reader discretion. (winks)
thank you and please do enjoy your stay!
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pillars made of stars
The GOD-za trio ponders on a whimsical, hypothetical motif for their fabulous troupe.
happy 7th a3!nniversary ! ( ao3 link )
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And thus comes nightfall.
The entirety of Veludo Way lights up in a wink, making sure that all life shall keep moving even through the sun's temporary absence.
The star-filled expanse of the evening skies seem to invite those who happen to look up to witness its beauty from their homes to come out and admire it some more. The moon's gentle rays add the perfect touch to invoking senses of introspection and gratitude meant for such a special night like this.
Within the safety, comfort, and warmth of being indoors, Shift is quietly glued to a corner, just right by the window.
Haruto notices. The top actor's been watching the outside world go by since the moment he stepped inside his senior's apartment; with Madoka tagging along, of course.
"Wow..." Shift mumbles softly to himself, but clear enough for Haruto to perceive.
Is there something out there that he likes? If so, what is it? Could he perhaps be eyeing a little trinket being sold just across the street that he's too embarrassed to ask about? Odd. The word 'embarrassed' isn't normally partnered with Shift's name.
"Hey," Haruto speaks at last, after coming from the kitchen and helping himself onto the couch, "what's wrong? You're being too quiet, it's quite alarming."
Shift merely lets out a stifled laugh. "Don't worry Haruto-san, it's nothing," he assures his senior with a raised thumb.
"Maybe you're just hungry?" Madoka too must have heard and hence he asks; a phone remains in his hand as he returns from receiving a quick call. "The food's on its way, I think."
"Nah, I'm alright!" Shift insists, beaming with his signature smile. "Really, I am."
Haruto grunts, not so much as satisfied with Shift's minimal responses. But, regardless of how curiousーno, he's not worriedーhe is, he won't pry. This kid doesn't get a lot of chances to act his actual age in the first place. So as his respectable senior, Haruto will no longer criticize him for how he chooses to behave. (He mentally wishes for Shift to take it easy, though.) "Fine, if you say so. Just tell us immediately if you need anything, ya hear?"
"Ayeeee, sir!" The easygoing cheer in Shift's voice that Haruto and Madoka are used to hearing is now back in full effect. Finally. The two consider it a relief. (A big one, at that.)
"Uhm... If you don't mind me asking though, what exactly were you looking at?" The playwright bashfully asks. He walks over to where Shift is seated, and crouches down to his knees beside him.
Curiosity may not have overcome Haruto, but it evidently got the better of Madoka. Oh well. The youngest gladly points to the sky anyway, poking at the little twinkling lights scattered all over it.
"I see." Haruto proceeds as well to stand alongside his juniors, an arm proudly resting on his hip. "Fabulous, aren't they?"
One may think, stargazing is a common recreational activity that families and friends enjoy together on lovely, starry evenings. And it certainly is; until the 'families and friends' in question is GOD-za's famously inseparable trio. With how busy these three are individually and collectively, any supposed time to spare for leisure is rather spent either addressing matters of urgent concern and/or perfecting themselves for the utmost performances to ever grace theater's centerstage. So brief moments like this when the spinning of their worlds slow down a notch (or two), truly equates to a breath of fresh air that each of them hasn't fully realized they all needed at this point.
"Ah!" Madoka suddenly springs to his feet. As if having remembered, he hands the phone he used earlier back to Haruto. "Thank you very much."
"Anytime." He graciously accepts it. "Were you able to contact who you were planning to?"
Madoka politely nods. "I just ordered flowers for my brother."
"Oh, from the flower shop I know of?"
"That's the one!" A chuckle escapes the youngest Ikaruga sibling's lips. "I figured my brother would probably like his motif flowers as a present... Erーaside from onigiris, of course."
"Probably?" Haruto raises an eyebrow. "Madoka, he'll love anything as long as they're from you."
With a remark as such, Haruto could almost see for himself just how heartwarming this brotherly interaction will turn out when it does actually happen. The wishful smile on Madoka's face screams years and years of yearning for a family's love; something he's ever wanted, deserved, and will from now on have to get used to living with for the rest of his life. Good for him.
"Hm... Motif flowers? Mankai Company has them, right?" Shift recalls out loud, breaking the silence that once filled the room (and the mood). "If I remember correctly I think Azami has one assigned to him too!"
"All of them each have their own distinct flower. Although it also depends on the troupe they belong to, I believe." Haruto explains, as a-matter-of-fact-ly; while reclaiming his seat on the sofa. How did he know all this? Let's just say he's that keen as an observant of important details.
"Whoa!" Shift also scoots over to the center table only a couple inches away from him. "We should have flowers for us too!"
"HAH!?"
"Flowers, huh? Well, it does suit their aesthetic." Madoka considers, clutching his chin in thought. "But I'm not really sure if it's in line with GOD-za..."
"Exactly!" Haruto demands, hysterical in both word and deed. "If we're to set a motif for ourselves then it has to reflect GOD-za as a theater company. It has to accurately capture the essence of each member, not only as an employee but also as a person. It should also... And with a... But it must not..."
Amidst the pink-haired's nearly endless rattling, it's as though a lightbulb has been lit that Shift and Madoka come to what appears to be a telepathic agreement between them.
"Whimsically," Shift begins.
"Hypothetically," Madoka adds.
"Haruto-san. If you had to choose something to represent us, GOD-za, what would it be?"
Taking a sip from the cup of tea he brought with him from the kitchen a while ago, Haruto lets out a snarky sigh. "That's easy. We all know the answer to that."
"Uhm... Birthstones?" Madoka attempts a guess, despite hesitating.
"Eh. Not bad. But too predictable."
"How about our favorite food, then?" Shift also tries swinging his take around. Anyone who knows him likewise knows that he's thinking about just one type of food to assign himself to.
Haruto smacks a palm onto his forehead. "What are we, a restaurant?"
Guiding his juniors onto the same page as he is, is proving to be a much harder task than he expected. But they ought to step up their game; for Haruto's just about to show them what it looks like to be inside the realm of someone already treading the path of eternal beauty.
In one, quick swoop of his round lilac eyes towards the window, Haruto urges them to see once more, what's lies ahead from there. He witnesses a familiar fire light up in both Shift's and Madoka's gazes as they follow through not long later.
The three all share a knowing, insightful look. And without saying anything else, they all turn their heads to the sky; the fabulous answer they so seek, now presents itself gloriously before them.
"The stars!" Madoka exclaims, clearly convinced.
"OHHH!" Shift adjusts himself to view the heavens again, rightfully intrigued.
"Constellations," Haruto repeats, raising his arms up and lacing his fingers together at the back of his head, utterly fulfilled, "there is no other match."
Indeed. The evening has progressed nicely into a darker shade of the night; the moon reigning high up on her throne. And just as the stars seem to sparkle more than they ever have so far, but way before any of them could even recognize the various patterns these glistening lights form into, the food they ordered for dinner that Madoka referred to arrives at long last; pausing any and all sorts of discussion the trio's in the middle of tackling.
Haruto fills in the duty of accepting its delivery and providing payment for such. While he's away, however, mischievous Shift has a secret plan up his sleeve.
Suspiciously crawling his way towards Madoka, he whispers to him with a hoarse voice, "do you think we can talk Reni-san into this?"
"Into having our own motifs!?" Madoka's eyes turn as round as donuts in surprise. "But I thought this was only a hypotheticalー"
"Oh, c'mon. Let's try it! Just once, I promise!" Shift clasps his hands in plea. He doesn't look nor sound like he's backing down from this one any time soon.
Causing Madoka to find himself in a tight pinch. "Well... Maybe we could, butー"
"Great!!" Shift rapidly rubs his palms together. "Let's surprise Haruto-san!!"
Madoka scrambles forth into a panic. "W-Wait! I think we should talk everything out to everyone first..."
"Talk about what?"
Hearing Haruto's stern, regal presence all of a sudden leaves their insides tingling with either anxiety or excitement. Well. Actually, maybe both.
"Haruto-saaaaan!" Shift rushes to his fellow actor in a swift, carefree sprint. "We'll live up to all your expectations, just you wait and seeeee!"
Madoka scurries close after him, desperately hoping to stop him in his tracks on time. "Shift-san, noooo!"
"Haaah!?"
And thus is how the dearly adored GOD-za trio concludes their 27th of January. Loud, but fun. Unironically usual, and perfectly on brand.
Their not-so whimsical, hypothetical zodiac-based motif proposal must still undergo a rather tedious evaluation by the higher-ups, unfortunately; but in hindsight, doesn't it make total sense?
Madoka as Pisces; creative, gentle, and kind.
Haruto as Virgo; hardworking, loyal, and sympathetic.
Shift as Libra; charming, friendly, and acts as a bridge between people.
Whether or not GOD-za approves of such a gig, no thing nor person can ever take away the fact that these three are ultimately meant to be the pillars of the most fabulous theater troupe in Veludo Way.
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a call from home
Reni receives a sudden call at midnight.
for god-za's fabulous director ! ( ao3 link )
A quarter 'til midnight. The night is quiet, the windows fully draped with curtains swaying slightly to the gentle evening breeze. The only sources of illumination visible to Reni's eyes are those from the faintly glowing moon, its twinkling stars, and the tiniest lightbulbs slowly flickering on and off that decorate the whole town with the spirit of Christmas.
Reni leans a little further back into his seat; legs crossed and fingers entwined altogether across his chest.
This isn't the first time he's spent the holiday season away from home. Earlier this week, GOD-za opens their annual string of Christmas-themed performances. It's an event he swore to oversee until the end, and never miss. But as the General Director of the most fabulous theater company in Veludo Way, one of his utmost duties is to meet up with important people and negotiate potential sponsorships effective hopefully at the beginning of the following year. He can't let any opportunity like this to pass. Especially if it's for the future legacy of GOD-za.
"Although," Reni wistfully says, "it does get a bit lonely sometimes."
Reni glances down at his wristwatch; and a defeated sigh slips through his lips.
It's that time of the year again and his age is gradually getting the better of him. Too bad there isn't anything he can do to actually address having to feel this way, every once in a while. It's just the nature of people. Humans, he believes. The older they grow, the more attached they are towards each other, and thus the more difficult it gets to live apart from them.
Reminiscing about the past, his growthーtheir growth, and what the future could possibly look like, all comes to a sudden pause when a familiar sound reaches his ears.
Reni looks back from over his shoulder. It's his phone. It's ringing.
"Who in the world would decide to contact me at such a terrible time?" He wonders aloud.
Internally wishing for it to stop, the ringtone soon halts just as he likes. But not even a few seconds after did it start ringing back to life; prompting Reni to finally rise from his lovely seat by the overlooking view of the balcony window, and pick up.
Little did he expect a smile to appear on his face upon pressing the green 'answer call' button, though.
"Reni-saaaaan!" It's Shift.
"Hey, Shift!" That's Haruto's voice. "Have some manners when greeting people on the phone!"
Reni swallows a lump that formed in his throat. "It's alright, Haruto."
"Butー"
"We're so sorry for calling so late at night!" Madoka chimes in, worry filling every inch of his tone.
"All of you, calm down." Reni could almost feel his head throb. (He places a hand up to his temple, just in case.) "What brings the three of you together?"
"Oh, we wanted to surprise you!" Shift cheerfully answers.
Reni raises an eyebrow. "Surprise me? What for?"
"W-Well, it's supposed to be a special day for Reni-san so..." Madoka stammers.
"Ugh," Reni could recognize that groan from anywhere, any time. "Both of you, move aside."
With a quick clear of his throat, Haruto formally reveals their plan to the world.
To surprise Reni-san with an unannounced call and greet him a 'happy birthday!' when the clock strikes 12 on the 23rd of the month.
"We thought you might feel less lonely when you hear us," Shift admits.
"A-Although I think we could've waited until morning...?" Madoka still sounds skeptic.
It takes a good moment for the celebrant to fully grasp what 'the plan' is about. Reni blinks. Once. Twice. Since when, exactly, did they have this much time to spare? Didn't he leave them with a lot of urgent matters to keep their attention focused on?
"What about closing night? Have you all completed the preparations for that? And tickets! Have they sold out yet?" He had to hold himself back from shooting a dozen more questions in one breath.
"All fifty-six checklists done and gone, sir," Haruto reports. "I've already informed production of the precautions if in case anythingーlights, sounds, set, costumes, ticket selling evenーstrays away from what we originally planned."
"Readthroughs went flawlessly. We'll have a few more runs, from start to finish, early tomorrow morning," Madoka adds. "Well, later today, actually."
"My co-stars and I have Madoka's scripts memorized! Lines, entrances and exits, even adlibs, you name it!" Shift proudly says. "Haruto-san made sure to drill all that into our minds and hearts."
"There's nothing to worry about, Reni-san. We have everything under control," the trio says in unison.
Breathless. Reni couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he already knows these three are built off of a different caliber than the rest. But seeing such individual geniuses work so perfectly in-sync together is beyond anything he ever asked for; even beyond what he's ever done, he thinks. A dream turned absolute reality, if he may.
"So I basically lost my job at GOD-za," Reni ponders im awe.
A pause. He could've heard a pin drop if the three hadn't sternly, immediately objected with a loud and clear "NO!" in complete unison (again).
"I kid," Reni chuckles to himself. "Good work out there, everyone."
A sigh of relief, from both ends of the line. It seems so long ago, since GOD-za has felt this... peaceful. Secured. Fabulous.
"Isn't it about time you three tell me what you've been meaning to tell me? The main reason why you called."
"Oh, right." Shift urges his two seniors in his signature whispered-screaming voice. "On three, you guys!"
"Okay!" Madoka agrees in a quite forceful mumble of his own.
"Hah?" Haruto seems to have lightly smacked his forehead with his palm in defeat. "Fine, fine. Here goes..."
One...
Two...
Threeー
"Happy birthday, Reni-san!"
"Heh. Thank you." Reni moves his free hand just above his heart. "I knew I could always count on you three.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting I must attend to."
"At this hour!?" Haruto shrieks.
Reni nods. "Indeed. Take note, Haruto. You'll be taking over my shoes, some day."
"U-Understood!" The pinkhead obediently complies.
"Please do rest immediately after, Kamikizaka-san," Madoka advices.
"Yeah! And we'll celebrate properly when you get back!" Shift declares.
"Alright, alright." Reni finally bids them farewell. "I have to go now. See you, then."
As the call ends, Reni puts his phone face down onto his lap. He allows his eyes the luxury to look outside once more, and there he notices, that the world does seem even prettier than before.
Now, GOD-za's general director can rest assured, that the future is truly in good hands.
#a3!#godza#god troupe#oh my god(za)#reni kamikizaka#haruto asuka#shift arakawa#madoka ikaruga#happy birthday reni!#godza foundfamilly-isms#inside seonne's head
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be "the" star
Shogo always loved the stars. But today, on his special day, it would be wrong if he didn't feel loved back even more as one of them.
08.20.23 / for the leading star of constellation visty ! ( ao3 link )
Stars.
Shogo always loved them.
As a child, he would patiently wait for dusk, or until his house's curfew turns all the lights off by pretending to be tucked in for the night and asleep, before he quickly, quietly leaps out of his bed and sneaks out of his room on his tippy toes, careful so as not to wake anyone up, to climb onto the roof to watch the stars twinkle endlessly through his lonely nights.
"Shogo," his dad calls for him really early at breakfast the following morning.
"Hm...yeah?" While rubbing the drowsiness out of both his eyes, little Shogo manages a yawn quite contrary to his physical size.
Taking notice of this, with furrowed eyebrows, his dad asks, "were you on the roof again last night?"
The boy tenses. "H-How did you know?"
His eyes drop to his barefeet (he was too sleepy, he forgot to wear his flipflops), nervously fumbling with his fingers as he anticipates a responseーany response at all; but an uneasy silence instead reigns upon the dining area. Not even the diligent maids who served their food dared go as far as open their mouths to ask about which gummies Shogo preferred to eat later that day, fruit-flavored bears or sourworms. What breaks the heavy tension between them, moments later, is an exhausted sigh from his father.
This isn't the first time he outwardly displayed his disappointment towards him. In fact, this uncomfortable morning scenario has become a daily routine, a daily habit of the Yamato family. Little Shogo's practically immune to it by now.
"Shogo," his dad's says, voice carrying authority and a hint of what seems like concern to the little boy, "listen to meー
"Please, stop staying out late at night. You'll get a cold! Who knows what'll happen to you if you..."
Blah, blah, blah, and blah.
Shogo nods. It's all he could muster.
Shogo simply nods along to his dad's every sentence. He doesn't understand how he appears to never gets tired of repeating the same set of words and phrases each passing day. It's not like any of these attempts to stop him, will indeed stop him from meeting the stars, anyway. Forget about being obedient. This is about his own feelings.
Who cares about being healthy? Being smart, being beautiful? If all that people ever see him as, is a lowly second-rate copy of his father, the 'Great Celebrity Yamato'. He never even considered, much less thought about following his footsteps, in the first place. Heck, he never wanted to be like him. And yet, why doesn't anyone look at him for being... him? For being just 'Shogo'?
His father checks the watch on his wrist. With wide eyes, he rises from his seat in one, swift motion, his meal barely touched, "I'll be taking my leave now."
The click of the house's main door shutting behind him, leaves little Shogo with a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. Why? He hasn't eaten since dinner the night before; he ought to be starving. Plus, today is a special day! Only his favorite food are to be served for him. Beginning from breakfast until dinner, appetizers to dessert, drinks, and even midnight snacks if he especially requests for it. But he has his doubts as to still having the appetite to consume anything at all, right now.
With a defeated sigh of his own, Shogo marches back into his room, choosing instead to focus his attention not onto his heavy heart, but into looking forward to how the stars would console him again, tonight.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Stars.
Shogo always loved them.
As a child, he runs to them for comfort. They have always been there for him. He was once really sad (he accidentally dropped his favorite gummies into the trash binーhis father forgot to greet him on his 4th birthday), and all he did that day was cry. But upon nightfall, he looks up from his crossed, aching arms, eyes all red and swollen, the shining stars seemingly blinking back at him; it's faint glow a steady rhythm to his beating heart.
"Fina~lly!" The child cheers.
At long last, comes curfew at dusk, an ear-to-ear smile adorning his cute face. It feels like ages since he last saw his bestfriendsーthe starsーor so he claims.
(Un)fortunately his father couldn't make it back home on time. Conflicts in schedule of meetings, shootings, and press conferences for his upcoming movie are in the way, but Shogo doesn't mind in the slightest. A giddy chuckle escapes his lips as he daydreams about pulling his futon and thick blankets out onto the roof with him so he no longer has to endure the cold, midnight breeze brushing against his tiny arms and cheeks.
"That way I won't catch a cold!" Little Shogo makes up his mind, a strong resolve to fulfill his heart's childish wishes.
But...
Just as he eagerly tugs on the makeshift bed of his astral fortress...
A bright streak of lighting flashes across the boy's face.
Alarm ringing his senses, he scurries to the edge of his window pane, eyes round, and sure enough, the loud, disturbing sound of thunder following suite causes him to let out a scream so equally terrifying, the maids came rushing to his side in an instant to try and calm him down.
The forecasted storm the news earlier announced ultimately drowing all his earlier hopes into nothing but a puddle of broken tears.
The stars? They are nowhere in sight.
"WHY!?" Shogo cries out, his small voice strained and in so much pain, "WHY NOW...!?"
It's beyond devastating. Truly. He lacks the words to accurately describe the current state of his heart. One thing's for sure, though. Nothing in his life, both past and future, he declares, could ever compare to how hurt he feels today.
Today, on his birthday.
Today is his 7th birthday.
And the first time he was betrayed by his bestfriends.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Stars.
Shogo always loved them.
Despite their so-called 'betrayal arc', as grown-up Shogo coined, he still loves them with all of him. There exists not a day, a minute, nor a mere second of him not loving them. They were his first friends, arguably his first love, even. It would cost him a tragedy far worse than death, to turn his heart against his first love.
"Sho~go!"
He shakes his head off of the sudden sentiments, at the call of his name. He has no time for those, at the moment.
The signature 'idol' smile he usually wears, he puts it on once again, before facing his beloved unit members behind him, building the cutest, most unidentifiable sand castle he has ever laid his eyes upon.
It looks farther to a palace than a mere big, round mold on the sand. He isn't an expert at sand castle building but with how it looksーits exterior a bit glossy and its foundation crumbling right from inside outーhe thinks there's too much water? Or maybe too little? He has absolutely no idea.
"What in the... PFFFTー"
His carefree laugh out of nowhere makes all three of them turn to him instinctively as well; with such sweet smiles replacing their initial surprise.
"Ehehe, how does it look, Shogo?" Kantaro feebly rubs the back of his neck with one hand. He definitely looks happier without him checking his phone every 5 minutes. (Shogo confiscating it before they left their apartment is proving to be super effective. Perhaps he'll employ the same strategy the next time they visit the beach.)
"We tried our best..." Aoi says, utterly dissatisfied, as they continue mixing more sand with water and molding it into a hopefully more recognizable form, "I'll do whatever it takes for VISTY's honorary sand castle!"
"C'mon now, don't leave all the work to us, leader!" Toma teases. The other two members urge him to pitch in as well with a chorus of 'yeah!'s and 'wooo!'s.
Being in a 3 versus 1 battle sounds unfair, yes, but with the kind of relationship VISTY has, Shogo would willingly shoulder all the responsibilities that being part of Paradox Live entails; he could endure everything, he will endure everything, so long as he gets to protect the precious smiles of his brightest stars.
"Sho-chin?" Temporarily giving up on their operation: sand castle renovation, Toma sits himself beside him. "This is just a gentle reminder, okay? No harsh feelings or anything."
Shogo can't help the nth smile forming on his face. "Sure thing. What is it?"
Returning the sweet warmth that irresistible smile brings, VISTY's reliable leader finds himself drawn to the slender fingers lacing themselves into his own. His solid gaze meets Toma's, an act more than enough to spot the flush of pink tainting the blond's cheeks.
"You can always count on us!" Kantaro magically appears from right behind him, both of his arms dangling around his neck as he rests his chin on top of his head.
"Exactly," Aoi joins them as well, occupying the space to sit on his other side (just opposite to Toma), and leaning in to rest their head onto his shoulder; both their hands clinging onto his arm for support, "if there is anything, anything in the world, we can help you with, we're one breath away."
Raising the index finger of his free hand up in the air, Toma begins the chant, "a~ll for oneー
"ーOne for all!"
Shogo picks up his cue in perfect timing.
"For our Stellas! To the stars!"
"We are, VISTY!"
From where the sky and the sea meet upon the canvas of horizon; from how the light waves tickle their toes and wet their feet by the edges of the shoreline; to the sand castle that represents the starting point of their journey as lovable idols; and to the people he now gladly, gratefully shares this beautiful moment withーeverything is perfectly the way it should be.
The stars Shogo so loved have yet to adorn the night skies today; it is one of, if not the most atmospheric detail of their beach night party that he, possibly for the very first time in his life, did not seem to notice.
Shogo always loved the stars. But today, on his special day, it would be wrong if he didn't feel loved back even more as one of them.
#paradox live#visty#shogo yamato#toma hikage#aoi kureha#kantaro misuji#for shogo birth '23!#cross posted on ao3#inside seonne's head
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